I’d like to be Ruth, but I’m not. I’ve been me for 39+ years, and I’ve never been Ruth. So let’s talk about Naomi.
God is my comfort when I lose my job, when I lose my keys, when I lose my mind about the mud tracked in on the floor.
It was ten years ago this morning that the Doppler couldn’t find my son’s heartbeat.
God grows my faith both through the answered prayers and the unanswered ones.
The hand of God is always a hand of mercy and grace.
We gather, every night around 5:30, around Grandpa K’s big old wooden dining room table. So many generations of our family have come together at this table. Nine months ago we put the leaf in for a birthday party, and we’ve left it in, because we like to spread out and it’s more conducive to […]
Some days faith is the one thin string that is keeping you from plummeting down the sheer face of an unforgiving mountain.
Once upon a time, I broke a longish blog silence with a post about homeschooling, public schooling, and depression. And I sat back and wondered . . . what will people say? Honestly, most of the time people don’t say much about my blog posts. Maybe I’ll get a couple of likes, a couple of […]
My blog is a dusty, neglected corner of the internet these days, and I’m not sure how I feel about that. Writing and I have had an increasingly complicated relationship recently. I know I need to be writing. I just don’t know what, or where. I’m lacking direction and it’s making me procrastinate and make […]
If the exact same words, spoken by God Himself, turn up in front of your eyes twice in the same day, you should probably sit up and take notice. Last week, it was these words– But I will be with you. I read it in Exodus, when God calls Moses and Moses cannot comprehend how […]